Long Quietus Poems

No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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wobbling
   earth
      Phoebus
          slipover
               &
...

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Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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ESCHATOLOGICAL

Everyday living becomes more of a truculent battle;
Where survival stands in the way of my living.
While Instinctively trying to live.
I need eyes in the back of my head,
while scratching out a meager existence.
Predators pulling us...

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I _ 
have been thinking and pondering my life so far
     as I meander back to sad places and faces 
the past is who I am today in truth
  ...

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
                   ...

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Her beauty will be known for all the ages,
Deserving of its story in these pages.
A fathomless flame in eternity rages.
A rhapsody is her name sung by Angels.

Silken hair matching the suns golden hue.
Mirror the seven...

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      Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
           ...

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Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
            Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath...

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In the deepest shadows of life,
we threatened to disappear from inside and die from outside due to an endemic or experimental weapon designed to kill or perhaps a designated terrorist sent for a mission from...

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No ... there would be no happy end to this story ...

No shining horizon or shimmering visions of tomorrow,
No joyous rhapsody of angels to greet us at the end of THIS tunnel.
The Big Apple was...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry to me is the reflection of the chaos and
declining intolerance of modern times. It expresses the pent-up 
emotions writhing in complexity trying to embrace our beautiful lives.

I know you’re a budding...

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Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?
My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the pain
so sharp it drains the color from one's eyes, your reason
for living gone in a spasm...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is deeply compromised.
Flying with Democrats and Republicans, evangelicals and atheists.

Flying like...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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look not outwards, oh hermit!
for I Am within, judging neither fault nor merit!

you can do no wrong!
come! let us sing the love song!

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As one with oneness 
Never ever separated
Pulsating with joy
In unending renewal
Climax unending
Bliss ineffable
In...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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early morning …

as day blinked its eyes
I rowed the rickety little dory out -
smooth rivulets behind me in the mirror surface
slowly expired as I stopped in the middle
wrapping the misty silence around me
straining to remember...

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                        I
  Incontrovertible truths endure
when the beginning of the end has...

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Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?


“Why Hast thou”?
My unripe hairy-brain makes its claim
to be the image of its Father.

My vision today 
could turn a green leaf brown, 
or scorn itself, seeing only 
the thoughts that feed it.

Forsaken…...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within...

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I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
     my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
...

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I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
     my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
...

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I know that I am dying, I am fading fast,
     my life is almost over, by tomorrow I will be dead;
and I find myself on a grave stone draped in quietus,
...

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It’s so difficult, too ungraspable,
poetry can only mimic with deaf words.

The beginning:
our turning earth gently rises 
    from the rim of the unseen.
Notes and tones spellbind 
with intimations and murmurs.

Then a brow-beating...

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